Her Fire

Embers burst from her aura like explosions of sap in a raging fire.

From a distance she's seen to be a living ruby;

molten and flowing, like the gems at the heart of this world.

Her dazzling brilliance blinds admirers of weak fortitude.

To look upon such a woman is torture for those without love.

To approach such a woman is death to those with doubt.

To hold such a woman is ecstasy for those pure of heart.

So be wary, you of little restraint, for you will be drawn as a moth to a flame.

You will be burned of impurities, and you will likely die;

unless, of course, you are free from doubt and full of love.

Her fire can be embraced only by a flame equal in merit.

She can be your undoing, or your reason for life.

Treat her with respect, and prepare yourself to walk in her fire.